Pony Rider

It's not often (or, you know, ever) bloggers make their way out to the booming metropolis of Rochester, so when Katlyn messaged me awhile back to ask if we could arrange a meet up, I was like, "Okay, yes, of course, but what the fuck are you doing out here?" I guess visiting family was a good reason (and the only reason Tracy made it out here, so thanks blogger families) and we got together last Friday.

I have yet to meet a blogger in person that I haven't instantly clicked with and Katlyn was just the same. She walked into the barn right as I was stuffing my face with a donut in between hacking my lungs out from allergies which pretty much sums me up in a nutshell. Bobby had been covered in his own pee that morning--not a rare occurrence--and he was hanging out in his stall in his ten sizes too small Irish knit after a quick bath, but he screamed a greeting to her too.

I love food, Bobby loves demanding attention, neither one of us is dressed well: welcome to the nut house!

we try to make it fun at least!

Bobby was in a good mood that morning and got right to work loose and relaxed. He was lovely when Tracy was out as well which means I should probably start paying bloggers to come out to shows so he's pleasant to ride. Two for two, it must be a sure thing.

After a quick w/t/c on a loose rein, I forced Katlyn into the purple spurs despite her protests that she'd never ridden in them before and sent her on her way while I popped out to my car to grab my camera. I came back in and they were trotting around like total pros with zero input.

Since Bobby's been trained almost solely by me his whole life, he goes off a lot of made up cues, but Katlyn did a fucking awesome job with him and I barely had to give her any input. I can't imagine going from a tiny pony to a giant moose, but she looked totally at home up there.

We played in the double for a few brief moments which I also forced her to participate in, and Bobby showed off his easy peasy changes which is about the only surefire fun thing I can guarantee anyone can get on and do with him.

Afterwards we ran over to Panera and talked ponies, bloggers, and how Katlyn has the worst job ever (possibly just my interpretation) before coming back to get some actual pony snuggles in. 10/10 recommend a meet up with this lady, I can verify she can go in the blogger rolodex of not being a secret online creeper.

even though she did make fun of bobby's mustache forelock. 

Anyone else have a reason to visit WNY?

NO. OF COURSE YOU DON'T, IT'S THE WORST STATE EVER.